Remember when you told yourself that the holiday hell would be over on December 26? Well, take a look at the current state of your living room. Does it look a little like a Toys R Us warehouse imploded on itself? That’s because December’s fat lady has yet to sing, darling. There’s still much to be done.
Here are some of my post-Christmas observations and declarations from this year’s edition of the yuletide insanity-fest we call the holiday season:
Why don’t toy companies just throw a toy in a box and leave it alone? Maybe if they wouldn’t shackle every inch of the damn thing to a piece of indestructible cardboard, then perhaps they could save a few bucks on materials and charge a little less for the overpriced, plastic piece of crap.
Never purchase a talking toy with no off button. The only way to shut it off is to back over it with your SUV.
If a child is too lazy to peek inside a plain, white, unmarked box, throwing it immediately aside to move on to the next package as though it were just a pair of socks and not the ONLY gift he asked for all year long, then he kind of deserved to think Santa didn’t bother to bring it. At least, for a little while.
10a.m. is not at all too early for a drink on a holiday (mimosas, anyone?). Especially not when you’ve been on autopilot for the past 48 hours, alternating between cooking, baking, gift-wrapping, and occasionally pausing to feed the children.
If you stash 25 empty cardboard boxes in some random corner of your bedroom, simply because there was nowhere else to put them at the time, you WILL inevitably fall and bust your ass in the middle of the night when getting up to pee.
Getting socks for Christmas as a child? Couldn’t be lamer. Getting socks for Christmas as an adult? Totally awesome. You can NEVER have too many socks.
For some reason, toy companies believe that they need two versions of every toy they make: the regular version and the pink version. Just because your child has a vagina does not mean that every single toy she owns must match her lady parts. It is perfectly acceptable to purchase non-pink toys for a little girl.
Did you like to use your couch for sitting? That’s a shame. Because you probably won’t even see it again for a week. You’ll find a place for all these new toys when your desire for a soft spot to place your ass finally begins to outweigh your disdain for reorganizing the kids’ bedroom/playroom.
Taking the tree down is nowhere near as much fun as putting it up. Wine helps.
Of all the clever little spots where you creatively placed your elf on the shelf in the past month, you’re about to put it in the very best place of all- the attic! Buh-bye, creepo!
Remember when you were buying all the kids’ gifts and you knew you were doing it partially for your own benefit, because their little excited faces on Christmas morning would just be so priceless? Channel that feeling on December 26, after you’ve been forcibly extracting toys from boxes, unscrewing battery compartment covers with your blistery, screwdriver-holding hands, and exhaustively trying to fit “part B” into “slot F” for three straight hours—with no end to the toy-assembling madness in sight.
Though the spoiled brats, ahem, kids, have about a thousand new toys to play with EACH, they are still nonstop fighting over the same stupid toy. You can take the toy away, hide it, toss it, or throw it under the tires of your SUV with its talking counterparts, but the bratty darlings will simply find something else to fight over. Give up trying to break the endless cycle — just let them kill each other.
School is out for a week. All rules about no TV-watching and no video game-playing are nullified. Activate winter zombie child mode and don’t look back ’til it’s 2014.
Good news: now that Christmas is finally over, New Years is only a week away! WOOHOO!! Party time! Oh wait, you have kids. Never mind.